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Song: Hollon
Singer: GloRilla
Music: SkipOnDaBeat, FNZ
Lyrics: GloRilla, SkipOnDaBeat, Finatik, Zac, DJ Montay, Aaron Bolton, Unk, Baby D, Parlae, Big Korey, Howard Simmons
Album: GLORIOUS (2024)

Hollon Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho

[Verse 1]
Ho, you must not know what you just started (f**k)
Me and my b!tches go gnarly
Give a f**k about this party
We gon’ step on sh!t regardless (Stamp that)
Get my goons, swipe that b!tch, and now dispute the charges (On gang)
Makin’ music, beatin’ on b!tches, I be really marchin’ (Woo)
I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance, after chance, n!gga, no (Uh-uh)
I keep sayin’, “Free Lil Four”
Do my dance on them folks
If it’s up, it’s goin’ down soon as I land on them folks

[Chorus]
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho

[Verse 2]
I-I-I-I do what I want, I’m pressure (Pressure)
Don’t follow the rules, I’m rebel (No)
I stand out, b!tch, I’m special (Ayy)
I’m a stand up b!tch like Kevin (On God)
You a bum-ass b!tch, you messy (Messy)
Don’t start with me, b!tch, I’m petty (Ho)
Line any b!tch up, I’m ready
I don’t pick and choose, it’s up with whoever
All my, all my diamonds cert’ (Ice)
And all these members certi’ too
Smilin’ at my n!gga? Ho
Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass)
C8 doors open up for me
Hear the engine vroom (Vroom)
Switch to sport
I got somewhere to be, lil’ baby, I’m important (On gang)

[Chorus]
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho

[Verse 3]
Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that’s my favorite gun (Bop)
Asked if he my only n!gga, I said, “No, but you my favorite one” (Nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass b!tch, n!gga, I’m one of one (f**k you mean?)
Nah, I can’t make you mines, but I can make you cum
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I’m a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-somethin’ ones in this f**kin’ club (Huh, hoo)
I’m poppin’ it so hard ’cause I ain’t used to sh!t (I ain’t used to sh!t)
These n!ggas ain’t got no type, they want a stupid b!tch (On gang)

[Chorus]
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho
Ayy, hol’ on, ho, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, ho